Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
He’s mine.
Secretly so.
Still mine.
“Kill the lights and get in bed,” he instructs, like the bossy big brother I know and love.
I roll my eyes, but a smile tilts my lips up. It’s not necessary since we’re alone, but I’m desperate to keep our secret just that, so I close the bedroom door and lock it before turning off the lights. By the time I slide into bed, he’s started a movie. As though my body was made to mold to his, I curl up against him and he wraps an arm around me, pulling me closer. Cuddling with him relaxes me.
“What’s this?” he teases as he tugs at the hem of my shirt. “I threw this out years ago.”
“I wanted it.”
He chuckles. “Looks better on you anyway.” His fingers drag the material up over my hips and expose my panties to him, but he doesn’t look. “Watch the movie, Rylie.”
“Stop distracting me then,” I grumble, my palm rubbing against his washboard abs. The movie is the last thing on my mind. In fact, I haven’t even looked at the television because I’m fascinated by the way his cock hardens in his sweats, tenting the fabric, just from my touching his stomach.
“Watch the movie,” he hisses when my hand slides lower.
“I’d rather watch you.”
My palm pushes beneath his waistband and I grip his thickness. It’s hot and jolts in my hand, making me smile. “This is okay,” I tell him, “because it isn’t that.”
His breath hitches. “This feels good, baby.”
“Pull your pants down and let me see it,” I breathe.
I expect him to argue, but he uses one hand to jerk them down, freeing him to me. My hand seems small wrapped around his large girth. I’ve watched enough porn to know Hudson is well-endowed in the lower region. Not only is his cock incredibly thick, but he’s long too. I’m jealous that Amy had him before. And the girl he let suck him off when he cheated on her.
“I don’t want you to be with any other girls,” I tell him, the jealousy making the words come out bitter. I don’t stop my stroking. I’m eager to make him feel good.
“I don’t want to be with any other girls, Ry. I want to be with you.”
I can’t help myself, so I probe further. “You wanted to be with Amy at one time.”
He reaches over and cups my cheek, turning my head to look at him. Green eyes bore into mine. “The way I wanted Amy doesn’t even compare to the way my soul fucking needs you. Do you understand that? She was teenage infatuation I thought I had to follow through with. Mom knew what she was talking about there. But you? I need you more and more each second. Thinking of that motherfucker, Travis, even looking at you makes me want to kill him. The idea of you having sex with anyone makes me blind with rage. It’s not fucking fair.”
He kisses me hard as his palms find my hips. I’m dragged across his waist so I’m straddling him. I moan when he squeezes my ass with both hands. “I changed my mind,” he says, chuckling against my lips. “I don’t like this shirt.”
I giggle when he practically rips it off me. Once he tosses it away, he cups both of my breasts. His cock jolts between us. It’s mashed against his stomach. Rocking my hips, I rub against his length. My panties are soaked and I wonder if he can feel it.
“We could,” I whisper.
“We won’t,” he growls. “Rylie, I’m serious. I’ll never be able to fuck you. This will have to be enough for us. If we did and anyone found out, we’d be torn apart. For years and years. Who knows how long.” He pinches my nipples and tugs them. “I can’t lose you. You’re the only family I have left that I give a damn about. We have to be smart or it’ll all be taken away.”
“I will never tell a soul. Even if they tried to torture the truth from me,” I vow.
“Same, heathen. I will lie until the day I die.”
“If all I can have is this—a tiny piece of fabric separating me from how I fully want you—then that’s what I’ll take.”
He grins at me. “It’ll be enough. Most people in this life strive for this and never come close to the feelings we have. I was in a serious relationship. Sex was involved, but it paled in comparison. Not having sex with you but still having you like this is more than I could have ever hoped for.”
His palms slide down to my waist and then he uses his thumbs to drag my panties toward the crack of my ass, giving me a royal wedgie.
“Hey,” I grumble.
He laughs. “Trust me. You trust me, right?”